Shahnee Hunter
Stories (20/0)
Dark Water
Eyes closed, nose pointed to the sky, Stjarna swirled in angst to break through to the world above the surface as the sounds of her mothers cries taunted her. The sorrow in her heart grew and the image of her mother taken aboard the ship pierced her mind: defenceless, alone, battered. Stjarna burned with anger as she broke the surface and sprung to the air, screaming at the other world.
By Shahnee Hunter3 years ago in Futurism
Day 241
A loud knock at the door woke me from the best dream of my life. Before I even have the chance to wipe the sleep from my eyes my family have let themselves into my apartment with the spare key they had cut for ‘emergencies’. Aunty Shirl, the skinny piece with her long straight sandy blonde hair is first through the door. Uncle Benny is next and boy is he loud, he never turns off, he is just that guy that is always on. Following shortly behind him is uncle Steve, he’s a giant prick but he’s pretty cool to have around. Mama Rose walks in and straight away starts telling me how I should redecorate my apartment and invite Feng Shui into my life.
By Shahnee Hunter3 years ago in Humans
Sweet, Sweet Fantasy
Champagne flute in hand. Makeup and nails on point. Hair pinned back under a stunning double edge with ribbon, fingertip length veil. Lena danced around in her silky satin slip to Mariah Carey’s ‘Fantasy’. The bride to be and bridesmaids all posed for selfies in the mirror. These were the last moments leading up to the most magical day of Lena’s life.
By Shahnee Hunter3 years ago in Humans
Table 7
On an early Saturday morning, just after sunrise at a Diner in the middle of nowhere, Sonny sat staring out the window over the green pasture. The small silver number 7 on his table caught the morning sunlight and reflected onto his crisp white buttoned up shirt. As he adjusted the salt n pepper shakers and ran his finger along the edge of the cold glossy marble table, thoughts of his mother came to mind.
By Shahnee Hunter3 years ago in Families
Fresh Start? Nah, Fresh Heart
I threw my favourite blanket in the rubbish. I couldn’t stand the thought of waking up each morning and still have the image of you laying there beneath the covers. How do I sleep in the bed where you held me in your arms? I don’t, it’s gone. How do I look at the pictures from when we were happy? I won’t, they’re gone. How do I stop making sentences with ‘us’ and ‘we’? I
By Shahnee Hunter3 years ago in Humans
The One Where I Fell in Love with Friends
I’m a lover of Television in general and for years I have been nothing but faithful to that little black box. Whether it be a reality program, Soap opera, historical documentary or cooking show, I spent years fighting for the remote control, only to be disappointed when I was left with no choice but to watch the 6 o’clock news. But of all my great loves of television, Sitcoms were my favourite genre and there was none other like my greatest love: FRIENDS. The way I feel about it, it’s like, I finally understand what Lionel Richie has been singing about. I mean, could I be more in love?
By Shahnee Hunter3 years ago in Geeks